I Hate Middle School

Stuff Happening

I walked through the halls, checking my phone really quickly. Another text from Caroline. I felt tears stinging my eyes. Why doesn't she... enjoy me anymore? What happened to us? I thought. I saw Alex Howell, one of my best friends in the world. She hugged me. She knows what's going on with me and Caroline. Because I trust her with that. Sure, sometimes Alex can be a bit... obnoxious, but I can trust her with anything. She makes me laugh when I'm sad. She's a true friend. I continued to walk through the halls, and stopped at my locker. I twisted the lock on my locker, and opened it up. I shoved my backpack and orchestra binder inside it and walked to math. God, I hate math so much. And plus, my ex is in that class. So much pressure. I feel his gaze on me. Just stop, I don't want anymore drama! We're in seventh grade for Arceus' sake! I think, adding a Pokemon to my sentence. I'm completly addicted to Pokemon. Yeah, I'm a nerd. I sat down, almost falling asleep during class due to my lack of sleep last night. I was up real late studying for exams, and I have a bit of ADHD, so I find myself dozing off a lot. That's why I'm always up late, and that's why I'm always tired. The teacher began to ramble on about the stupid exams that were on Wednesday. Stupid math.

First and second period passed and I found myself in art. I sat next to Libby, a good friend of mine. She was really sweet, and we kinda have this thing of poking. But then again, poking is my habit, and I hate it. So does Caroline. Every time I poke her, she screams in a childish voice, "Don't poke meee!" But it's hard not to poke people, because it's become so much of a habit. I poked Libby beside me and grabbed my sketchbook. I plopped headphones into my ears and started to listen to probably my favorite song right now, Au Revior. It's by OneRepublic, my favorite band. "Today I'm not myself... and you you're someone else..." I mouthed the words of the song as I drew a picture of a girl. She had her hands on her chin, and she had a sad look. I was thinking about making tears in her eyes, but people would question. But anyways, that girl is me, usually every night just thinking, Caroline doesn't like me, but, why? I'm so boring and qiuet. I hate life. I know Caroline likes me and I know I'm not boring and I don't hate life. I just tell myself that because I do that, I torture myself, on accident? Kind of? And I hate it. I continued drawing my girl, but soon, art came to an end. I loved art, and since it's almost winter break, we just get to do whatever we want in class. As I walked to my language arts room, I looked down at my one-of-a-kind necklace Mr. Shoaf gave me. I smiled, thinking of Mr. Shoaf. He was the social studies student teacher, and he's gone now, but he was the best student teacher ever. He was hilarious, and he always made me smile. He'd call me Umbreon, after one of my favorite Pokemon. But, he's gone now, and my idiot brother now gets to see him. My brother is in third grade, so he's at the elementary, or, the easy life. Mr. Shoaf is now a technology person thing there. I don't know exactly, but you know, something like that. 

Language arts and reading passed, and the whole time I was thinking about Caroline. And I'm mad at myself for doing so. Lunch time. I knew Caroline would rather sit with Lucy, than boring old me, so I found my other friend Alex. I have two friends named Alex. Alex A, and Alex H. I went to lunch with Alex A, or, I'll just call her Ally, because that's her Instagram name. We walked together, talking quietly about stupid things. I walked to the orchestra room and set my binder down inside, because that's where I have study center. We quickly walked to lunch and picked out a panini. That's what I used to get last year all the time with Caroline... Dammit, Gabby, stop thinking about that stuff. It messes you up. I sat at an empty table, and I saw Caroline leaning against the wall with Lucy and Annie (aka Eevee, my best friend in the world). What the fuck are they even doing? Why the fuck are they always there? It annoys me... Thoughts jumbled around in my head. I glanced over at my ex's table. He and his friend who is completely obsessed with me were staring at me. I quickly looked away. I don't want this shit. I've learned I don't need love to be happy, and I learned it the hard way...

When lunch finally ended, I quickly caught up with Annie, tears stinging in my eyes. I held them back and said, "Hey, Eevee! Wassup?" We were in the orchestra room, and grabbing our binders. We sat down on the ground, because there were no chairs. We started talking about some Pokemon stuff, like Pokemon noises. We soon found ourselves imitating Pokemon sounds.

"Vileplume!" I said, cheerfully.

"Eevwee!" Annie imitated to me. I love Annie because she is sweet, and caring. She listens to my problems, and I listen to hers. That's just us, and we don't mind it.